Ode to Butter
Sweet cream churned from Bovine succulence
For so long you were absent from my bread
Abandoned on the shelf you were lost to me
Thank heaven for the garlic bread that returned you to my life
I've no need for a knife
I will rub you like a glue stick onto English muffins and fresh tortillas
Under jelly you will abide
Your doppleganger margarine shall nary pass my lips
It's butter I love
Your richness melts my soul
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And now Harry, let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure! - Albus Dumbledore
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